Summer 【Chiqin】

The trip to New York was like a stone in stagnant water.The ripples slowly pushed outward and then gradually calmed down.After the small waves, everything returned to its original calm.He paused slightly as he passed the corridor.In the classroom, Mr. Kurosaki was expressionless when he was giving a lecture.

very quiet.

They quickly approached in the surface world.The English team leader in the office said with a smile that the young people have a good relationship.Mr. Kurosaki ignored the lesson plans and ignored them.He smiled at the half-bald old man and followed.There was a scorching smell from the shredded tobacco on the roof.The gray smoke slowly drifted away between exhalations.Times like this are always pleasantly unbelievable.

He said Gin.

Can't get a response.

Kissing is already an unobtrusive move.The mouth is full of the taste of a mature man with the smell of tobacco.An important point of support when kissing.So come close as if to embrace.He usually doesn't think about too complicated things when he kisses Gin, such as whether feelings can be used as a kind of trick.If you want to deceive your old enemy, you must first deceive yourself. Gin is a dear enough nemesis.The good little girl posted their intimate gesture on the campus network.The headlines in the school hit a new high.Everyone in the small party looked at him like hell. Vermouth held up the small photo in his hand with a look of astonishment.

She said Rye.You really got him?

When the woman said this, her beautiful eyebrows raised slightly.The corners of his mouth turned up.But do not answer.

kiss.It is their third tacit agreement.

new balance.

The world has not been turned upside down after the original balance was broken.The fulcrum that supports the world moves slowly mechanically to draw displacements in small steps. Gin's indifference is like a powerful inertia.Newton's first law states that all objects will remain in their original state until an external force forces it to change.It's like a slow-moving train that can't get off the track.Walking brings lengthy rhythm.

And he patiently steered the course of events.The end point is the death of a man named Gin.

The thought made him frown slightly.A thin puff of smoke wafted from his breath.Thrill-seeking was not his style.It's just that Gin's defense is as tight as the black windbreaker he wraps around.Too long a vigilance will stretch people's patience very, very long.A rubber band won't necessarily break if it's stretched.It may gradually forget its original shape under long-term stretching.

He suddenly remembered the city on the other side of the ocean.Sunlight outlined the soft silhouette of the blond man. Gin showed a rare expression at that moment.His eyes reflected places farther than the sky.

Golden retriever puppy Lucky.

The softest part of the heart.

He opened his wallet and saw a photo of the golden retriever puppy and the pink rabbit.Another rabbit in the bedroom flopped its ears happily.The room has infiltrated another person's breath over time.Thin soda cans piled up in the corner.Metallic luster shines with eye-catching LOGO.

The key groaned as it twisted in the lock.He looked up from the student's workbook.

He said there was no wine.

The short words made the visitor pause at the door for a moment.And before he was sure that Gin was going to turn around, he threw away his wallet.Then he lowered his head again.He holds a red pen in his hand.Errors are circled one by one.

Then the door was closed.quietly.

He wondered how things would turn out.He thought Gin might see that photo.Maybe not.This cannot be known by inference.If only judging from the surface.

But the essence of the matter is obvious. Gin will see that photo.But he will pretend to be indifferent.I will think that I am negligent and throw it away.But I also understand that I did it on purpose.

It's like Gin pretending to accidentally drop that arson report in such a prominent place.Of course he would have seen it.Then pretend you don't know anything.

Come and spare.Come and spare.Come and spare.

This game requires an excellent sense of balance.

Towards a waltz of destruction.

The rhythm in the space is turbulent.The melody starts from the laptop to make irregular diffusion movements.It hit the wall hard and scattered.He sent documents to headquarters saying it was still going to take a long, long time.But everything is still under control.No need to rush.Support is also unnecessary.

The key made an extremely twisted sound in the lock.The door was pushed open roughly and kissed the wall so forcefully. Gin didn't bring up the wine of his childhood namesake.But it is not empty-handed.

Between his slender fingers was the photo that had been polished and tarnished by time.His knuckles appear bony from exertion.The child in the photo looks directly at the camera with clear eyes.His expression was neither crying nor smiling.

Not so with Gin.

His eyes were clouded with forced pent-up anger.The person who loses his cool loses the first step.Then all bets are lost.To lose is to die.